The Digital Desolation Row » Note to Self

Thanksgiving

Myself — Thu, 22 Nov 2007 20:29:30 +0000

We don’t celebrate thanksgiving, here in Italy. I just want to take the chance to express my gratitude to those bastards who opened up my car and stole my mobile phone, ipod and wallet. You know, after finishing my first half-marathon that was the right reward. As you now know where I live, what about coming over here, at my place, for some turkey too?
Thank you very much.
Keep it real. I mean it.

Do Not Let Me Go, please.

Myself — Sat, 17 Nov 2007 19:43:55 +0000

Memories are delicate; they can break easily, or they can destroy you. Sometimes memories are like shadows, they hide behind you, they play hide-and-seek with you, they drive you crazy. But memories always unveil themselves in the places where at first occurred. When you desperately need to remember, there’s only one thing you can do: going there… to come back.
So, I went to Manchester, UK, and I loved it; then I hated it.
I’m alright, but I still don’t know what happened next.

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You were sweet enough to sing
Oblivious to melody
Red suitcase full of clothes
Washed up on a shore of memories
I’m all alone now; and I feel just fine
I don’t feel like doing much of anything
True love ain’t that hard to find
Not that either one of us will ever now
Would you lay here for awhile?
Please do not let me go
Please do not let me go

Please Do Not Let Me Go – Ryan Adams

Sleeper Agent (Just Waking Up)

Myself — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 19:25:15 +0000

Living is like dreaming, you have to imagine to keep it alive.
I have this frequent dream in which there’s this man (myself) that drives all night. Nothing happens. He never stops or talks or anything, he just drives through the night to nowhere. I just wish I could wake up, ‘couse is starting to hurt.

Sleeper Agent (Just Waking Up) – Hallelujah The Hills

a test train rolls through at three in the morning
there are no passengers or stops
my interest level rises and then it drops

my life laid out in dictionary format
I’ve got a lot of entries under the M’s
and they say that Z is not the end

let’s all plug in to the telepathic disco
hard up for hand me downs no more
and the Koinos Kosmos gets us through the door

but the rag in the bottle doesn’t understand
that the well has a bottom in the other land
brace yourself for some foreign affairs

you could chalk it up but you haven’t got a blackboard
you could shrug it off but your shoulder’s broke
you could laugh it off but it isn’t a joke

and the funeral reminded me to call you
and leave the coordinates for the Bayou
I’m a sleeper agent just waking up

I should have worn a disguise
you should’ve looked more surprised
you’ve got me cornered
in color coordinated lake shore drives
ramparts and car parts in an enemy hive
it’s intelligence that doesn’t come from the mind
but I’ve got yours on mine

good morning comrade this is good coffee
let’s take a walk and peruse the reports
this will look a lot worse than it’ll hurt